Dintotdeauna am fost de părere că există pe acest mic pământ muzicieni care îşi cântă disperarea cu atâta forţă, cu atâta intensitate şi cu o trăire efectivă, încât trebuie să fi ori criminal de război, ori roboţel, pentru a nu rezona măcar un pic cu ei, măcar la nivelul cel mai de jos. Prin urmare…

Cuvintele sunt de prisos.

2 Opinii

1. Anonymous on 15 October 2007 at 13:48

   Slow dancing on the boulevard
   In the quiet moments while the city’s still dark
   Sleepwalking through the summer rain and the tired spaces
   You could hear her name when she was warm and tender
   And you held her arms around you
   There was nothing but her love and affection
   She was crazy for you
   Now she's part of something that you lost

    
2. Ştefan Muşat on 15 October 2007 at 22:21

   But I'm more than you think I am